Thursday, 8 August 2013

Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Gargoyle Addiction by Livia Olteano

Summonari don’t trust. Under their command, they summon any number of creatures from the Otherwolds—but never trust them outside of the summoning.

Gargoyles don’t love. Fierce descendants of dragons, they function on power and fear—never love.

Karla isn’t the happily-ever-after type of girl. No territory-hungry guy is going to stick flags all over her unclaimed grounds.

Kann’s world is death and betrayal. As Dar Primus of Haus Varis, he’s expected to follow tradition but he’s not your regular gargoyle. In fact, he’s anything but.

One fateful Friday night, Otherworlds collide. Stuck together in one world or another, Karla and Kann face everything from Awakenings and turbulent love to Festnavals and bloodthirsty scorned suitors.

If there’s one thing they can’t escape, it’s the addiction to each other. And they’ve got it bad.

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About the Author:

Livia lives in Europe where she listens to obscene amounts of music and devours every reading material in sight. When she’s not doing either of the two, she fiddles with anything remotely customizable within reach.

After growing up, I hated my birthdays for another reason. All the women in my family as far back as I knew died around the same age. Each birthday brought me closer to that terminus point of dread: grandma had an accident at 34, mom died of an aneurysm at 33, and two years after that, Aunty Shell died of a stroke. Apparently, death ran in the family. Buddy became obsessed with my health and the possibility I’d never see 35 either.

I was close to signing off once, back when mom was alive. I was just a kid. Our next-door neighbor’s car crashed into a wall with my neighbor, her daughter and me in it. I was the only one who survived. I still remember my friend’s lifeless face. She was wearing a beautiful white jacket. It was streaked with blood after we crashed. I stared at it as I waited for help that day. I remembered it sometimes, that pristine white jacket smeared with blood. It was probably luck I didn’t keel over in the accident, though it took something in return for sparing my life. The scars on my lower tummy were a constant reminder of all I’d already lost. I would never have kids. That was my secret, something I buried deep inside myself and ignored with grand-master skill. Memory lane needed to be shaken off, it wasn’t a good road to travel.

Mike’s present rested on the bed. The white ribbons dared to be ignored. The size and rectangle shape of the present gave me a pleasant tingling sensation but I refused to get overly excited. Okay, maybe I got a little excited. After a vicious attack, the pink wrapping fell away in bits and pieces. The shiny cover of a book tickled my eyes wet and I gasped reaching for my cell. Screwed be the time; undying love for Mike had to be expressed right then! The phone barely rang before he picked up. I didn’t even give him the chance to say ‘hello.’

“You are AWESOME! This is SO amazing! How did you get the advanced reader’s copy? Mike, I LOVE you for this!”

He laughed. “I’m happy you like it, sweetie. Just promise you won’t stay up all night reading it, okay?”

The snort exploded out of my chest as I clutched the book. “No such promises.”